the prompt was basically an immortal finds an ex lover after thinking they're dead or wtv idk
***Britain, Circa 1564***
*A dark night, furious gales sweep a sinister scenery of jutting rocks and cliffs, thrown into sharp relief by the occasional flash of lightning*
*Two figures are perched atop the highest cliff, a tall cloaked entity comprised of a dark mist and an elf with glowing blue ears and eyes.*
"I mean, you must understand! It's impossible for me to leave this planet while you're just like a loaf of bread, you'll inevitably die and get moldy and... see? We just wouldn't work." said the taller figure, in a highly exaggerated tone.
"Oh, shut it. I'm sure it'll work out better than you're expecting." said the elf, clearly tired of the drama queen swooning before her.
"Oh, but darling! How will I ever go the rest of my life knowing I was the only happiness you ever had before your miniscule lifespan ended! I would be so devastated. Such a blossoming shouldn't be between two creatures, who will see the world differently for all of eternity. "said the figure of smoke.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" said the elf, her ear tinged red with anger.
"Don't take it personally, my dear." The figure knelt down so he was level with the elf, gently caressing her cheek.
"We will meet again, in another life. One where we are not bound by the limits of mortality, this I swear." said the cloud, now getting ready to depart.
The elf seemed to have given up on stopping them and just let it happen. She looked on as he was carried away by the wind, just a distant wisp of smoke, with only a slight hint of sadness in her eyes as she saw them for the last time.
Or so she thought.
***Brooklyn, 2023***
It had been a long time.
Technology, infrastructure and society as a whole had all developed. Humans and mystical creatures now lived together in, what somewhat resembled, harmony (albeit crudely).
But, one thing hadn't changed and that was that Alzira was exactly the same, a sassy enenra with major drama kink.
They walked into a coffee shop, an unnamed one with a slutty mermaid mascot and ordered a triple triple, extra sweet.
"Order for Zylith!" said the cashier.
Alzira's neck whipped around, or rather the smoke of their neck quickly diffused, to the counter.
It was just a coincidence. Zylith's a very common name, right?
Nope. There she was. Clear as day.
Now, dressed in a more chic manner than the traditional garb, the very same elf they had left behind all those years ago walked up to grab her coffee.
They stormed over to her outside the coffee shop and shouted at her.
"What the hell?! Aren't you a mortal? What kind of dark magic is this?" Zylith looked up, gently perplexed.
"Calm down. I never said I was a mortal. You thought I was and dumped me for it without ever asking." she said, now slightly huffy.
"What? That doesn't sound right.." said Alzira, but now that they thought about it maybe she was right. They didn't remember ever talking about mortality with Zylith, except the last day they were together.
"Be that as it may, I'm still pissed!"
they said, exhibiting a phenomenal amount of 1st grader energy.
"Because I didn't tell you I was also immortal?" said Zylith.
"No? Because I wasted my whole grand speech on you just for it to be voided by your being alive!" Alzira stormed off, leaving Zylith to follow, clutching at her stomach from laughter.
